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I who was still firmly tied up in the air, exactly one cm above the floor was still busy thinking with my own speculation. Not without reason what kiyai did, but the reasons he made were not clear, as if deliberately telling me to think for myself about every word game he made.

But, from here I can draw conclusions on his words and actions. Kiyai does not want a meeting.

Why can I conclude so? Though it is clear that kiyai said the reason for my confinement is so that I am not going anywhere, and so that the meeting with the sharp-eyed man and the gentle face can be done well.

But I don't think that's what he wants.

The most obvious underlying reason was that he locked me up voluntarily and forcibly, essentially wanting to lock me up in this room. Though, even if not in brackets, of course I will know the direction of home. I will definitely return to this place again.

Ludira also said, he would not ask for a collision for the next sixteen years, in the sense that after sixteen years had passed, of course he wanted to get the collision back. He needed blood, it was his source of strength and livelihood. I understand so much about it.

Then, Kiyai said that I would be in brackets until the man appeared, the time is about a dozen years, but not in plain words about the length of the year.

But I found continuity here. That is, sixteen years later, there will be a man capable of killing that demon, with me as the go-between to help achieve victory.

So the first benchmark was, the handsome man. I met him sixteen years later, then.. Ludira will eat the tumbar again after sixteen years of fasting. I don't know who he is, but why does Kiyai seem to know that he is the only way, and Ludira was furious to hear my prayers when she last died. Where I want to kill the devil, and ask for a chance to live once more..

By being born, in the form of two boys!!

My hair suddenly brushed. Si*lan, is that prayer really granted?

Moments after I died, didn't I first see that figure? Where I split into two, then that handsome face was seen.

So, when I die, there is actually a soul that is reborn, in other words, this is..

Reincarnation???

Sure enough, my last prayer?? Was God granting all of nature??

But the main question is, will our meeting make this terrible tragedy happen again??

The time is really right. Sixteen years later?? And apparently, that's enough time for someone to step on the High School bench, right?? In a sense, that guy would later become one of the students in this school?? Is that right, right?? Otherwise, there could be no other students who carelessly entered the school of people, let alone to go up to the third floor and to the very end of this building.

So the reason kiyai locked me up, was so that I could make a revolt, and escape from this place?

Why do I think so?? Of course because kiyai during life has known me. He knows what I like and what I don't like.

Although he warned me not to paint nights in the art room, but I still did. The more it is banned, the more challenged and interested I will be to break the ban. And kiyai, already understand very well about my attitude.

So, the confinement to wait for the presence of the man was actually just an alibi. The real desire of kiyai is..

I wanted to run away and run from this room. What does he want that for?? Of course, so that there would be no meeting between us. And so, this dark event will never happen again.

That must be the real reason.

I was busy speculating, suddenly my ears were buzzing. A little strange, in addition I can not move to dig the hole, who knows the entry of elephants in it.

"Kunooo.. Kunoo?? You hear me?"

I gasped and blinked, in a body position lying sideways and tied up. Is this Tamusong's voice? Do you do telepathy again??

I closed my eyes, and imagined the face of the charred woman. I remembered his name as well as his voice, hoping this could connect our telepathy to each other.

"I hear." I reply inwardly.

Moments after I answered, a similar voice sounded near me.

"Anciently, I felt a great fighting force, this was your energy, and the other was the same energy as the energy that saved you." - inwardly.

I cringed, hearing his last explanation. "The same energy that saved me?? What's that supposed?"

"Uphi!!" tamusong's voice sounded strange. He seemed to have realized that he was saying something that should not have been told to me. But, why is it hidden like that?? What would it hurt to tell me? It won't reduce the rice at home, will it??

"Forget over! I mean, you just put your power in, didn't you? I told you before, if you deliberately show that much energy, then the magical humans will hunt down to catch you. Why don't you listen to what other people say? So annoying!" he complained, deliberately speaking at length so that I forgot his words earlier.

"I don't care about that." I replied.

"Well, what do you mean? Don't mess around, this is a dangerous thing to know."

"I know." I immediately snatched his words. "But this doesn't really make me care, except for Tamusong's first words. What does that mean by the energy that saved me?" push me inward.

"It has to do with kiyai, right? Because I was fighting him. And I seem to understand a little, which way Tamusong's words lead." He was silent, not because he decided to telepathy, only he was unable to say more.

"But I was grateful before. I heard Tamusong's voice greeting, so I went out to this place. I had expected before, that the one who had suppressed my strength was Tamusong, so thank you for that." I said, making Tamusong frown but not say anything.

"Anciently, there was actually something I wanted to ask you" he said, making me frown.

"What's that?" ask me briefly.

"In the beginning of your death, have you ever felt something, or met something, ever?" the question, made me wonder.

Suddenly he asked me that question, and knew that the one who first met me when I died was kiyai.

Meaning, it seems that I was wrong to suppress my strength and protect me from the divine man, not Tamusong..

"Kiyai." I said, making Tamusong still silent. "So kiyai who had suppressed my strength that night, when I possessed the members of the police. Isn't that Tamusong? Hence Tamusong immediately asked who met me first and realized that it was kiyai."

He complained, as if taking a deep breath. "You are too smart, so it seems annoying to know everything with the capital of the words you are researching." he said. He seemed irritated and heavy to tell the truth he was covering up. But it doesn't happen anymore, because I know it myself. "You're right, it was kiyai who suppressed your great power. At first I felt that power, and knew where it came from. I came to you out of worry, but all of a sudden, your power just vanished in the earth. And I realized, the only person who can do that is one in this area."

"That's kiyai." he continued, I could hear the intonation of his voice starting deep. Different from the previous inner sound vibration.

"What amazes me is. Why can he help you? Why does he bother to suppress your power so that it is not felt by others. He's protecting you. Though I know clearly, kiyai will not want to protect the ghost of a kind of pagan jinn like us. But why would he help you?"

"I suspect that the reason you can't get out of the art room during the day is because of him. Because of him, don't want your powers touched and felt by others."

"So really, the wall that makes you get nowhere is protection from it. In order for the power you exerted, to be suppressed in the art room entirely. But the weakness, the magic wall, it makes you unable to get out of there."

"He gave you a night to study with me in strength control, and then applied that teaching during the day in the art room. So that your power is not touched by others."

"But unfortunately, the policemen came at night, precisely when the magical wall was released by Kiyai. Therefore, your energy can be felt by ghosts and also powerful humans. And at that moment, your frequency is half open. So, for the ghosts, we can watch the action you did that night."

"I heard that they were beginning to be afraid to fight you. The dead girls are afraid of your power." he said at length.

"Wait a minute, so... This impervious wall, is not really locking me up? But,"

"Protect me?" I asked in amazement, half in disbelief.

"Yes. kiyai, trying to protect yourself. He protected you from the beginning. He wouldn't dare hurt you, that was his promise to me. He won't hurt my students."

I nodded again hearing it. It might be kiyai, because only Tamusong would be willing to be friends with me and would teach me a little bit about how to control the power of ghosts.

But, back to the initial conversation, it means that kiyai did nothing evil to me. So, that word is true??

He let out a heavy-sounding breath, and his voice was as stinging as it came out from inside the nose. "Sometimes, what you think is good is not necessarily good. And what you think is not good, may be good according to Him. You don't know while he's all-knowing. So, I'm sorry if you're offended by my tears,"

"But I'm sorry, I'm not feeling sorry for you. But I was disappointed, because you misunderstood me." he said, making me gasp. "But it's okay, humans are not in the heat of human prejudice. So, I don't mind that. Unfortunately, you have to stay in brackets with or without any reason."

Yes, at that time he said that he was disappointed because I misunderstood him. He was well-intentioned but I accused him of nothing.

I acted badly, but from the beginning he was still thinking about and protecting me. Although not directly, but he still protects me, even until I misunderstand like this.

So, I am so evil, right?? I even fought back and hurt him.

"Anciently, are you still listening to me?" ask Tamusong.

I exerted strength to make her cheeks scratched. He asked the school to let me stay here.

I feel bad now. How can I break through my mistakes??

"Ancient? Ancient?" Tamusong still calls me continuously.

Tamusong??

Is it that way, the way that Kiyai wanted it. And to be sure, this was also the wish of Tamusong.

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...Seriate...